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Wednesday, 26 January 2011

Today we once again take up the story of the Aztec Creation tale (for the first episode in this saga, click here). As we saw last time, the earliest days of Creation were governed by the so called ‘Four Tezcatlipocas’, the sons of the primordial Tonacatecuhtli and Tonacacíhuatl, the androgynous forms of the Aztec supreme Creator god – Ometeotl. Each had been assigned a colour and a quarter of the cosmos to rule, and each were charged with the Creation of the world we know today. The White Tezcatlipoca of the West, who later was known by his more famous name – Quetzalcóatl, and the Black Tezcatlipoca of the North, later to be known infamously as Tezcatlipoca, the “Lord of the Smoking Mirror”, joined their power to conquer the mighty Earth Monster Tlaltecuhtli and create the world. However, the world born of the monster’s slain form was not the first world. It was in fact the fifth. The Creation was far from a smooth ride...

Tezcatlipoca - The Jaguar Sun
Images taken from the Codex Rios.

Four worlds had waxed and waned in older times, each victim to the endless struggles of the gods, as each vied for power and ultimate mastery of the cosmos. In the Old Age, of the Four Tezcatlipocas, Black Tezcatlipoca arose to the skies to take his place as the Sun. This was a time before humans, when instead the ethereal plains were home to a race of giants, so mighty in stature that they could tear the trees from their roots and hurl them through the air. Unlike the jötunn of the Norse lands however (for more on this, click here), the giants of the Old Age were not violent by nature, and in fact ate the acorns of the land for sustenance. The age was largely peaceful, and became known as the world of the Jaguar Sun, enduring six hundred and seventy six years. But the envy of gods is not lightly cast aside. White Tezcatlipoca, or Quetzalcóatl, could bear no longer to see Tezcatlipoca at the highest point of the sky. Seizing hold of his great staff, Quetzalcóatl struck down Tezcatlipoca from the Heavens, hurling him into the endless oceans at the farthest extremes of the land. However, by doing so, he had knocked the Sun from its place in the sky, and darkness covered the land. In his rage, Tezcatlipoca rose from the murky depths, assuming the form of a powerful jaguar. Tezcatlipoca wrenched himself onto dry land, and sent forth a plague of jaguars onto the plains of Mesoamerica, thirsty for blood and howling for revenge. The jaguars hunted down and exterminated the giants in an orgy of violence and bloodshed which would spell the doom to each of the first four worlds. His bloodlust temporarily sated, Tezcatlipoca leaped into the night sky where he became the celestial gathering of stars known to us as the constellation of the Great Bear.

Éhecatl - The Lord of the Winds
Image taken from the Codex Magliabechiano.

Quetzalcóatl’s hour had come. Seizing his immortal throne as supreme god, Quetzalcóatl assumed the form of a lord of the winds, known as Éhecatl, and rule over the land. Gone were the giants, yet now a race that resembled what would one day become humans lived under the god’s yoke. They too were peaceful, eating only the seeds of the sacred mesquite tree. The age of the Wind Sun, as it became known, endured three hundred and sixty four years of peace, before divine tensions once again threatened the world. Seething with the injustice of the usurped, Tezcatlipoca enacted a brutal vengeance. Since Quetzalcóatl had taken the form of the wind god, Tezcatlipoca decided to mock his ‘power’. Gathering his dark powers, Tezcatlipoca summoned a mighty hurricane and unleashed it upon Quetzalcóatl’s world. So powerful were the vortex’s winds, the Sun was swept from the sky, as well as the world’s inhabitants, but for a few survivors. These survivors escaped Tezcatlipoca’s wrath by hiding within the leafy boughs of the few trees not uprooted by the fell wind. These survivors would populate future worlds, and their descendants are the monkeys of the world today.

Tláloc
Image taken from the Codex Rios.

Devastated by chaos, the world looked to god of the rains, Tláloc, to guide it. Those under Tláloc’s rule made great leaps forward in human technology, learning from their god how to work the land. Enlightened by the gift of agriculture, the dwellers learned to cultivate the maize crop. Tláloc’s rule, which became known later as the world of the Rain Sun, lived on for three hundred and twelve years before the malice of gods once again seized its chance. Quetzalcóatl, like Tezcatlipoca before him, seethed with injustice and envy for his lost paradise. Quetzalcóatl humiliated Tláloc, the lord of rain, and channeled his powers into a torrent of fire which blasted the land. For a whole day, the fiery inferno engulfed the world, its flames sweeping the Sun from the sky. All life was charred by the conflagration, except for a few survivors, It was from these ancestors that the turkeys, dogs and butterflies of today are descended.

Beaten, battered and broke, Tláloc retreated, and the world passed to Chalchiúhtlicue, Tláloc’s consort. Goddess of lakes, the oceans, streams and rivers, Chalchiúhtlicue created a new Sun and begun her rule. As the most peaceful of all the worlds that had yet been created, the age of the Water Sun endured happily for six hundred and seventy six years. The people of the age lived peacefully on the seeds of wild plants, and this was the first age in which the highest deity decreed Creation to at last be over. As she did so, however, the sky waters broke, crashing down upon the Earth. Water burst from solid rock on the ground, and rose from deep within the land, obliterating most life. The Great Flood lasted for fifty two years, and the surviving people survived by adapting their physical forms to coexist with this water. It is from these peoples that the whales, fish and other creatures of the deep are descended.

Teotihuacán
Image in the Public Domain.

It was then that the fifth and current world was created, by Quetzalcóatl and Tezcatlipoca, from the body of the monster Tlaltecuhtli, who was herself one of the creatures of the deep that lived in the floodwaters (to find out what happened, click here). Yet the world was dark. Seeking to end once and for all the instability that had spelled the doom of so many worlds before it, the gods held council at Teotihuacán. Deciding that the Creation of a Sun and Moon was of the utmost importance, two gods stepped forth to volunteer for the roles. One was Tecuciztécatl – “He of the Sea Stone”, a proud god, the other was Nanahuatzin, a humble god, disfigured by scars, weals and sores. Preparing for their duty for four days, the other gods prepared an enormous pyre upon which offerings were to be laid. Both Tecuciztécatl and Nanahuatzin made offerings; fine gifts of quetzal feathers and incense from Tecuciztécatl , whilst Nanahuatzin could give only cactus thorns that he had used to make offerings of his own blood, and scabs from his injuries. The time came for them to assume their place in the Heavens. Tecuciztécatl approached the fire first, but was repelled by the intense heat. He tried again, and again, but could not summon the courage to enter the flames. Nanahuatzin approached instead. Fearlessly, he strode into the pyre, as the other gods looked on in admiration as his body crackled and burned in the flames. Emboldened, Tecuciztécatl hurried into the fire, and an eagle and a jaguar followed them in.

The sacrifice complete, the gods watched in earnest. Tecuciztécatl rose first as the Moon, but shining brightly. Close behind him followed Nanahuatzin as the Sun. But both Sun and Moon hung in the sky, motionless. The gods worried. How would the seasons pass and time progress? Nanahuatzin called down from the sky, and decreed that he would follow the daily motions, only if the gods would offer their hearts and blood in sacrifice, just as he did in the offer of his own body. Outraged, the gods refused, and one even tried to attack Nanahuatzin, but the new Sun was immovable. Resigned to the inevitable, the gods drove a knife into their chests, and the first blood sacrifice was made. The Sun accepted their offering and begun his passage through the Heavens. Ever since, the Aztec peoples offered their blood and hearts to the Sun, so that it may continue to move through the sky, and delay the day when Tezcatlipoca will fulfill his destiny as the Destroyer of Worlds...

Wednesday, 12 January 2011

Some men were born to suffer. One such man was Oedipus. No matter how noble your heart, how skilled in war, how quick of wit or how reverent toward the skies, the gods cared nothing if you harboured pride within your soul. The gods were fickle. One moment you could be a broken pauper, another a great king, the most admired man in town, to an accursed blight on the land. This is the story of such a man.

Oedipus and the Sphinx
Painting by François-Xavier Fabre

One day, the young prince Oedipus hears a drunk man at a banquet shout at him that he is not the true son of King Polybus and Queen Merope of Corinth. Angered by the man's ill words, Oedipus questions the King and Queen, who are enraged at the accusation and the foolish man who spread it. Though reassured by their words, the slander and rumours spread, and Oedipus decides to make sure, setting off with a limp (caused by an injury to his feet he could not remember) on the road to Delphi - the centre of the world and home to Apollo's most holy Oracle. Asking the priestess of the sanctuary if the rumours are true, Oedipus was horrified by her response. "You are fated to couple with your mother, you will bring a breed of children into the light no man can bear to see - you will kill your father, the one who gave you life!" Revulsion and terror coursing through his frame, Oedipus fled the sanctuary, and so that the terrible prophecy may never come to pass, Oedipus resolves never to return to Corinth and the court of his mother and father. Taking to the road, running, burdened with shame, Oedipus comes to a crossroads, where a wagon approaches, within which several people ride. Ordering the saddened man to make way, one of the men moves to strike Oedipus with his sceptre. Angered by this insult, Oedipus lashes out and fells the man and his companions, all but for one who escapes. Following the road onward, just before reaching the city of Thebes, a strange sight greets the eyes of Oedipus - a creature with the haunches of a lion, the wings of an eagle and the face and chest of a woman. A Sphinx, one of the dread brood of Typhon and Echidna (for more on this, click here), guarding the road to Thebes. The Thebans had once heard an oracle that they would be freed of the Sphinx if they could answer her riddle, and so many had debated and attempted to answer. All attempts so far had failed, and the Sphinx had slain and devoured all those who had failed to answer her riddle. The Sphinx now fixed Oedipus with her murderous stare and posed the cryptic question:

“ What speaks with one voice, walks with four feet in the morning,

Two at midday and three in the evening? ”

- THE RIDDLE OF THE SPHINX

Boldly confident and possessed of a sharp intellect, Oedipus replies:

“ A man, for he is four footed as a baby when he crawls on all fours,

two footed as an adult and takes on a third limb as a walking stick in old age. ”

- OEDIPUS SOLVES THE RIDDLE

Furious that her scheme was unveiled, the Sphinx hurls herself from her rock to her death. The Thebans rejoice, and hail Oedipus as their saviour, rewarding him with their throne and the hand of their Queen Jocasta, whose husband King Laius had recently been killed.

The Plague of Thebes
Painting by Charles François Jalabert.

One day, many years later, plague once again strikes the city of Thebes. The people suffer and die. A priest ventures to the palace of Thebes, to the court of King Oedipus and Queen Jocasta, and their two daughters, Antigone and Ismene, and their two sons, Eteocles and Polynices. Begging for Oedipus to save the Theban people once again, the priest see the concern in his King's eyes. Oedipus expresses sorrow for the lot of the people, and reveals he had already sent his brother-in-law, Creon, to the sanctuary of Apollo at Delphi to determine how they are to be rid of this pestilence, and that even now he awaits his return. Just then, Creon returns, bearing grave news. Asking to go inside and discuss it privately, Oedipus joyfully rebukes him, telling him to reveal the god's words here, in front of the people and before him, for after all, it was he and he alone who saved the people from the Sphinx and he vows to do so again. Creon reveals that Apollo demands that the killer of King Laius, who was murdered shortly before Oedipus's arrival, be brought to justice. Vowing to bring divine wrath upon the culprit and cursing him for the plague he spreads, Oedipus enquires as to Laius' murder. "He went to consult an oracle, Apollo said, and he set out and never came home again", Creon tells him. Was there no one who saw this most heinous crime? asked King Oedipus. "No, they were all killed but one", came the reply, and word that the lone survivor had fled in terror, claiming they had been ambushed by robbers. Calling himself Apollo's champion, Oedipus declares that he will not stop in his pursuit of the truth.

Promising that if the culprit comes forward, he will face only exile, Oedipus sends for the blind prophet Tiresias, through whom the visions and knowledge of Apollo flow. Oedipus asks him what he knows of Laius' killer and the blind prophet trembles, begging the King to allow him to go. But quick-witted Oedipus bids him stay and tell all he knows. When the prophet stubbornly refuses to speak, Oedipus' temper begins to wear, shouting at Tiresias for allowing the city to fall to doom. Accusing Tiresias himself of slaying Laius, the prophet then cracks, and speaks in anger:

“ Is that so!

I charge you, then, to submit to that decree

You just laid down: from this day onward

Speak to no one, not these citizens, not myself.

You are the curse, the corruption of the land! ”

- TIRESIAS NAMES OEDIPUS AS THE MURDERER

The Road to Delphi
Photograph by the author.

Furious at his unfounded charge, Oedipus sends the old prophet away, mocking his blindness. Tiresias turns to him, "I pity you, flinging at me the very insults each man here will fling at you so soon". Ridiculing Oedipus' accusation that he is plotting against the throne, the blind prophet tells the King not to forget his words, and departs. Still reeling with anger, and suspicious of all around him, Oedipus turns to greet his Queen, Jocasta, who enters. Asking her husband what is wrong, Oedipus tells her of Tiresias' words. Her face relaxing, Jocasta smiles and begs Oedipus be reassured. A long time ago, she tells him, an oracle came to Laius, declaring that "doom would strike him down at the hands of a son", but Laius was killed by robbers on his way to Delphi "at a place where three roads meet". Not only that, Laius ordered his infant son's feet bound, and the baby cast onto the mountainside, abandoned to die. "There you see? Apollo brought neither thing to pass", Jocasta assures Oedipus. But Oedipus's mind was racing, he had always limped from a forgotten injury, and "a place where three roads meet", that couldn't possibly be the crossroads where he had been assailed by that vile man could it? But the messengers had said Laius was set upon by robbers, not just one man. Quickly asking Jocasta if the man who escaped the murder still lives, she confirms that he does, though far away. Oedipus sends for the man with all haste. Everything depends on his confirmation that there was more than one robber, he thought. If he confirms his old story, his conscience can rest. But if he doesn't, the consequences could be terrible. The fate of Oedipus hung in the balance...

Oedipus the King, widely renowned and lauded as the greatest tragedy ever written, both by contemporaries and modern critics alike, is a masterpiece of theatre. Winning first prize in the theatrical festival in Athens when it was first staged in ancient times, it is the perfect study in tension, drama and suspense. The first act of a grand trilogy, the powerful story of the House of Oedipus is epic indeed. In future posts, we will continue with the saga, from Oedipus' frantic inevstigations to its bitter end. The Trilogy, known as The Three Theban Plays is easily available, at a good price, from Amazon. Read them. They're pretty good.

Wednesday, 5 January 2011

So the Archangel Lucifer revealed his true nature openly at last (for the course of events leading up to this, click here). The loyal angel Abdiel tore through the night to the vault of Heaven, bearing the gravest of news, that one third of the angelic host had declared open rebellion against God’s mastery of the cosmos. Reaching the most high, Abdiel found that word of his grim tidings had already found the ears of God, as his eyes fell upon the angelic host arming itself as though for war. There was acclamation and shouts of joy at his return, as the loyal host had feared the worst.The angels led him forth with applause to the high, and from a golden cloud was heard a voice, the voice of God. God honours Abdiel for his loyalty in the face of the revolted multitude, before commanding his two remaining Archangels who remain loyal:

“ Go Michael of celestial armies prince,

And thou in military prowess next,

Gabriel, lead forth to battle these my sons

Invincible, lead forth my armed saints

By thousands and by millions ranged for fight... ”

- GOD GIVES HIS COMMAND

The sovereign voice of Heaven spoke, and condemned the traitorous legions to be cast into the fiery chaos of Hell. The clouds began to darken, and smoke rose in Heaven and the ethereal trumpets sounded in the sky, as the loyal host drew forth its battle line. Then, on the northern horizon, the fallen angels appeared, bent on winning the Mount of God, and setting the Morning Star upon his immortal throne. Spears bristled, helmets thronged and proud shields bore witness to the coming field of war. Eclipsing all, the Apostate himself rode forth “High in the midst exalted as a god... Idol of majesty divine”. Beholding the Fallen one resplendent in his vast chariot of fire, clad in adamant and gold, Abdiel could bare to stand idle no longer. Stepping forth from the loyal lines, the angel marched alone against Satan, meeting him before each host. Trying once more to dissuade him from his ways, Abdiel rebukes Satan “Fool, not to think how vain against th’ Omnipotent to rise in arms”. Satan strikes back in anger, disgusted that none before him will join him “I see that most through sloth had rather serve, Minist’ring Spirits, trained up in feast and song”. Despairing, Abdiel declares Satan a traitor to God, and condemns him to reign in Hell. Raising his blade, Abdiel lands the first blow. The Fallen Archangel raises his shield of gold, but is forced on to one knee. Shock spreads through the rebel ranks, though soon replaced with impious rage at the exultation in the angelic host. The Archangel Michael sounds his battle horn, blasting through the vastness of Heaven:

Battle is joined in HeavenEngraving by Gustave Doré

“ Now storming fury rose,

And clamour such as heard in Heav’n

Was never; arms on armour clashing bray

Horrible discord, and the madding wheels

Of brazen chariots raged dire was the noise

Of conflict... ”

- THE WAR BEGINS

St. Michael the Archangel wounds Satan
Painting by Luca Giordano

All Heaven rang and shook to the sound of the very first war. Millions marched on millions, each alone able to wield the power of the elements. The battle hung in the balance, and Satan “who that day prodigious power had shown, and met in arms no equal”, smote battalion after battalion of fighting Seraphim, finding at last the Archangel Michael within his grasp. Michael denounces Satan for disturbing the blessed peace of Heaven, and giving birth to misery. Satan swears to conquer the field of Heaven, Heaven which under the tyranny of God would only become true Hell. Words failing them both now, they circle each other and duel, their blazing shields as though suns in the sky. But the fiery sword of Michael was blessed by God, that no force may resist its edge. Michael breaks Satan’s blade, driving the point into the Traitor’s flesh, and Satan first knew pain. Nectarous humour spat forth from the wound, staining his armour, as Satan gnashed in pain and anger to find himself not matchless. Fallen angels rush to his side and bear him on their shields to his chariot to recover. Meanwhile, Moloch, Adramelech and Asmodai, all powerful among the rebel host, are conquered by the Archangels Uriel, Gabriel and Raphael, and the fallen armies fall back in rout.

Falling back to their encampment for the night, the rebel angels hold council. Nisroch, a former prince of Heaven, laments the sensation of pain, one never felt before that day, deplored as the worst of evils. Satan urges more violent battle, and in his malice, conceives a terrible new weapon – gunpowder. All looked on in admiration at the Traitor’s craft, and their hope revives. Satan curses mankind to one day discover his dread contraption:

“ In future days, if malice should abound,

Someone intent on mischief, or inspired

With dev’lish machination might devise

Like instrument to plague the sons of men... ”

- SATAN CURSES MANKIND

The next day, the Heavenly host watches as the rebel host advances, in slow but firm order. Zophiel warns his loyalist comrades to hold firm in face of Satan’s devilry, as an ominous feeling grips his side. At last, suddenly revealed, Satan was heard commanding aloud his fallen brethren to stand proud and visible, opening fire. Fire and smoke engulf the plain, and the ground trembles at the unholy barrage. Devastation abounds in the heavenly ranks, as they too discover the feeling of pain. Satan beheld their plight, delighting at his work, as Belial too joins his master in scoffing at this army of God. Hearing the taunts, the loyal Seraphim cast aside their weapons, and tear up the mountains themselves and hurl them upon the Fallen ones. Some are trapped, other cry out in pain, though they cannot die, yet Satan’s infernal machines are destroyed. Enraged, the betrayers imitate, and launch the very stuff of Heaven in defiance.

The Messiah casts the Fallen angels from Heaven
Engraving by Gustave Doré

Thus would Heaven have been ruined utterly, had God himself not decided to intervene, resigned to forgo His pledge of free will. Turning to his Son, he transfers upon him all his power and bids him know mastery of Heaven and Hell, and drive out the accursed angels from incorruptible Heaven. As the banner of the Messiah rises in the angelic ranks, the Son of God rides forth, bestriding His brilliant chariot, framed with the glory of Heaven, as thunder breaks the sky around, Victory seated eagle winged at His right hand. Ten thousand thousand saints follow in his wake, and bear down upon the Satanic forces. Their spirit restored and fired anew, the host of Heaven bore down upon the Traitor’s legions, “God’s indignation on these Godless poured”. Full of wrath bent on His enemies, the Messiah crashed into the impious ranks, all but the throne of God itself shaking. Grasping ten thousand bolts of flaming thunder, He blasts the rebel angels through the crystal walls of Heaven, hurling them and their dread commander headlong into a fall to the fiery pit of Hell:

The rebel host falls into the Pit of Hell
Engraving by Gustave Doré

“ Nine days they fell; fell Chaos roared,

And felt tenfold confusion in their fall

Through his wide anarchy, so huge a rout

Encumbered him with ruin: Hell at last

Yawning received them whole,

And on them closed... ”

- THE TRAITORS FALL TO HELL

So the order of the world, and birth of good and of evil, was born. The blissful paradise and peace of Heaven lay tattered and broken, reeling in shock at the audacious revolution of the Morning Star. Once the greatest of all the Archangels of Heaven now lay in the Pit of Fire with his impious kin, defeated and broken. Or so it seemed. Though condemned to eternal damnation, however broken down they might be, they were immortal and could not die. Where steel and sword had failed, other designs now emerged in Satan's dark thoughts. Heaven was too strong to be sieged again, for now. The rule of God must be weakened first, he thought. A dark smile broke the Morning Star's face as he realised God's propensity for boundless compassion was both his greatest strength and his greatest weakness. Scheming anew, the fallen angels began to plan a new war to drive the Most High from the Heavenly Mount, though this time, Satan's target was no angel nor heavenly deity, but a new creation - Man.

Paradise Lost, a true classic of the English language, deserves to be read and its story told. Perhaps you too will be inspired by Milton's words, and pick up a copy. You will not regret it. Copies are easily found for a mere couple of pounds at Amazon: